DustBunnyEater

When most of my beloved city sleeps I stare out of the window and reach out to the world. I think of cities far far away, where they don't sleep. Where people live and breathe and cry alone, or in eachother's arms. I look down from my perching spot in the clouds and wish I could be there to comfort these strangers and whisper sweet sweet nothings in their ears. I share a laugh with the universe, and my soul merges with the souls of the ones who love with out asking to be loved in return and we are a mighty bird and we're losing our feathers. I fly up to the lonelyboy and hug him, give him my bony shoulder to cry on. Give him all my hope

I lay there, almost naked, almost reborn, and my head is on your shoulder. I watch you as you slowly drift away from me into a world of your own, where only you exist and I wish it was my world as well. In my mind a ballad is playing, some song I heard long long ago, before I ever had the chance to try and count your eyelashes. In my mind nothing exists but the two of us on your bed where I want to hide myself forever. Protected by the cocoon of your sheets and the weight of your arm around my waist will be the only thing I ever have to think about. Your ex says you will never hurt me, she says that she's happy you have me but she doesn't l

Hours passed and I did not know who I was angry at, him or myself. The wind shook my foundations and my branches trembled from the cold or the weight of my emotions, I was a tree whose roots have rotten, been ripped out, burned. The ink dried up in my veins and there's nothing I fear more than blank pages coming to strangle me in my sleep. Exist, I exist. The thought echoed in my mind when I flew with the night birds who carried me on their wings far, far away until I never wanted to come back to the burnt earth I left behind me. Until I called the warmth of his arms around me a cage. But the warmth of his eyes pulled me back down onto the e

He stands there, my prince in his old combat boots, my less than perfect prince charming. The one who sweeps me off my feet with his crooked smirks and a raised eyebrow. He stands there, watching me as the wind picks up its pace and sends my hair flying in every direction, blinding me for a heartbeat and falling back down, now a big old mess of knots. The night is only as cold as a night in the desert could be and wind bells chime from somewhere not too far away. I'm lost in the big ocean of stars, the ones the city lights couldn't out shine and he's there with a cigarette placed between his lips and a can of beer in his right hand. Everythi

I am depressed. Writing my pain across the clear sky and bleeding sunlight onto the pavement. Hoping for the day I'll learn to fly to come quicker and for the moonless nights to cure me of my melancoly. My guardian angels sigh from above, having to save my life every time the bomb's timer sets off and I walk the path of self destruction. Im spending minutes, dreaming about cheap wine and cold rooftops, the warmth of your body and the smell of your sweatshirt. Im restless and jittery, trying to train my mind away from your eyes. And now I can't sleep, chased by nightmares in every waking hour. I am depressed and upset because you never c